I had worn it on my person night and day ever since leaving the mines, and I had some little fear of being robbed when off the ship.
Our road had been some day paved with cobble stones.

At the outskirts of the town we met a native coming in with a big green lizard, about two feet long, which he was hauling and driving along with a string around its neck.

I wondered if this was not a Panama butcher bringing in a fresh supply of meat.
When we reached the hills on our way from Panama, the paved road ended and we had only a mule trail to follow.

The whole country was so densely timbered that no man could go very far without a cleared road.

In some places we passed over hills of solid rock, but it was of a soft nature so that the trail was worn down very deep, and we had to take the same regular steps that the mules did, for their tracks were worn down a foot or more.